We often ill advisedly hate our superiors and love our inferiors. So
I, for my part, hold my tongue, and keep silence about the disgrace of
the insults offered me. I wait for the Judge above, Who knows how to punish
all wickedness in the end, even though a man pour out gold like sand; let
him trample on the right, he does but hurt his own soul. God always asks
for sacrifice, not, I think, because He needs it, but because He accepts
a pious and right mind as a precious sacrifice. But when a man by Iris
transgressions tramples on himself God reckons his prayers impure. Bethink
thyself, then, of the last day, and pray do not try to teach me. I know
more than you do, and am not so choked with thorns within. I do not mind
tenfold wickedness with a few good qualities. You have stirred up against
me lizards and toads, beasts, it is true, of Spring time, but nevertheless
unclean. But a bird will come from above who will devour them. The account
I have to render is not according to your ideas, but as God thinks fit
to judge. If witnesses are wanted, there will not stand before the Judge
slaves; nor yet a disgraceful and detestable set of eunuchs; neither woman
nor man, lustful, envious, ill-bribed, passionate, effeminate, slaves of
the belly, mad for gold, ruthless, grumbling about their dinner, inconstant,
stingy, greedy, insatiable, savage, jealous. What more need I say? At their
very birth they were condemned to the knife. How can their mind be right
when their feet are awry? They are chaste because of the knife, and it
is no credit to them. They are lecherous to no purpose, of their own natural
vileness. These are not the witnesses who shall stand in the judgment,
but rather the eyes of the just and the eyesight of the perfect, of all
who are then to see with their eyes what they now see with their understanding.